Her Story: Rise Of Tiffany novel Chapter 700

Chapter 700 

Richard had left without a word. From start to finish, he didn’t even spare Jennie a glance. 

Jennie’s smile froze. A flush of humiliation burned her face, as though she’d been slapped in front of everyone. The sting of 

embarrassment was unbearable. 

Just then, Flynn hurried down the stairs, worry written all over his face. “Are you okay?” 

“I’m fine,” Jennie replied. 

“Thank goodness.” Flynn sighed in relief. Then, with a puzzled look, he asked, “Why did you fall? I barely tugged on you.” 

“Dad, it’s my shoes,” Jennie explained. “They’re not very stable, and I lost my balance.” 

“That’s my fault. I shouldn’t have pulled you. I’m just glad you’re okay.” Flynn frowned, guilt creeping onto his face. “Come on, let’s leave. We can’t get in anyway. I’ll take you shopping instead.” 

As Flynn began walking, Jennie hesitated, her expression conflicted. 

“Dad,” she said hesitantly, “it feels like such a waste to leave. Why don’t we try speaking to the shopkeeper? If they know we’re from the Vallgren family, they might let us in.” 

Flynn stopped and shook his head. “Absolutely not.” 

It was beneath them to ask for favors from other people. 

“But Dad,” Jennie protested. 

“Let’s go,” Flynn insisted. 

Jennie sighed but didn’t push further. She followed Flynn reluctantly, trailing behind as they made their way to their 

Just as they reached the hotel’s entrance, a sleek luxury car pulled up. Jennie stopped in her tracks, curiosity piqued. 

The car door opened, and out stepped a young woman dressed casually in a white sweater and slim–fit jeans. Despite her simple outfit, the girl exuded elegance, her movements poised and confident. 

Tiffany’s aura was magnetic, commanding attention without effort. She looked like she belonged to a different world, unreachable and untouchable. 

As she climbed the stairs, Tiffany paused. She felt someone’s gaze on her and turned, locking eyes with Jennie. 

Startled, Jennie quickly composed herself, offering a sweet, innocent smile. 

Tiffany barely reacted. She glanced away indifferently and resumed walking, June following closely behind. June reached out instinctively, helping her up the steps. 

“Miss Kelley, please be careful,” June said softly. 

Tiffany suddenly stopped and looked at June, her expression serious. “I appreciate your concern, but don’t let it show. We can’t afford to let anyone notice anything unusual about me.” 

June froze, a chill running down her spine. Tiffany’s words were a sharp reminder that any visible weakness could become a target for those with ill intentions. 

“I’m sorry, Miss. I’ll be more careful,” June said, bowing her head 

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“Good,” Tiffany replied calmly, stepping onto the first stair. 

The two continued toward the entrance, but a voice called out behind them. “Wait!” 

Jennie ran after them, slightly out of breath. “Excuse me,” she said politely. “Are you here for the Treasure Appraisal Conference? My name is Jennie Vallgren. Could you take me in with you?” 

Tiffany didn’t respond right away. Her expression remained cool and distant. 

“No,” she said flatly, her tone leaving no room for negotiation. 

Jennie looked taken aback. “But.” 

Tiffany’s gaze was icy as she looked down at Jennie. “I’ve already said no. Do I need to repeat myself?” 

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Jennie’s eyes welled with tears. She stammered out an apology, her voice trembling. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to offend you. I’m sorry. Please forgive me.” 

Her pitiful expression drew attention, and a nearby guest, a rich young man, stepped in. 

He said, “Miss Kelley, aren’t you being a bit harsh? Is this how the Kelley family treats people? You act like you own Treasure Tower. You don’t have the authority to deny people entry.” 

Tiffany remained unfazed. Her calm gaze swept over him as if he wasn’t worth her time. 

June, however, wasn’t as composed. She raised her chin, a sly smile on her lips. “Mr. Murray, it’s amusing to hear you talk about behavior. Did you inherit that habit of spouting nonsense from your father?”